Last weekend, I got into a slight altercation with a woman at the farmers’ market over fridge space. She didn’t want to buy a 1/2-pound bag of salad because she said the fridge real estate was too precious. All I had were 1/2-pound bags, and my side of the altercation mostly consisted of a shrug and…
slow berkshires
People have been asking me what surprised me most about our walk. My stock answer so far has been honest: So much. But over the days since we reached the Connecticut border, I’ve been slowly finding the words to answer that question a little better. What surprised me?
patience, and august comes
That first day we walked, we dreamed up THE WALK. Of course we had taken a lot of walks together. But that day, we walked from our house to the grocery store. It was further than your average walk, and too cold, but we felt like walking and we left the car at home. We walked…
raspberry mint lassi
Last week on of those perfect hot/cool nights, we sat out on the porch and drank mojitos and ate green chile cheeseburgers. The dog hung out calm and mellow and not barking at the neighbors, and my sister brought her new blue portable record player out onto the porch and put it on a chair and played her…
dispatches from pie land
Joey makes me valentines in February, and I make him fruit pies in July. It keeps the peace. And so I’ve gotten better at pie. Passable, at least. This last week, our whole world has filled with black raspberries. I made a bunch of batches of pie crust at once (so easy with this recipe),…
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